Twisted Sugar Sparks Novels & Stories

she smirked, feeling a spark of determination. She quickly approached the panel and, in a flash of confidence, placed her order. "I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!"

“Brain Cells? What are you doing here?” “Same thing you’re doing.” He shrugs. He’s sweaty, and his hair is damp. “You went for a run?” “Yeah, and I thought I’d get a little sugary goodness into my system before heading home.” I look down at the little sugary goodness he’s talking about, and blanch at the drink in his hand. “Sugar?! That isn’t sugar, that’s diabetes.” I state. All I can see is pink, froth, and sprinkles. Fucking rainbow-coloured sprinkles!

"Can we get the fluffy pink stuff?" "Cotton candy coming up," Lucy said. They walked to a small cart where a woman was spinning sugar into massive, airy clouds. Lucy bought two large cones. She handed one to Leo and the other to Martha. Martha looked at the pink confection as if she had forgotten what to do with it. "Go on, Mom. It’s mostly air," Lucy encouraged. Martha took a small pinch of the sugar and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes as it dissolved. Then, she took a larger bite, strand of pink sugar sticking to her cheek. She laughed out lightly and it sounded like music to Lucy.

The youngest of their children Mark who was seven was looking horrified at the pair. "Never Christian." Maverick laughed. "Your mom is the type that begs for it." "Well, soon enough, you will be grandpa, and you will have to slow down." Christian laughed. "Well, Christian, your father has a few more good years," Scar said. The group moved around the room as the party was in full force. "Champagne, my love?" Maverick asked. "No," Scar said with a smile. "Scar? The only reason you don't drink is...." Maverick said, slightly confused.

Wyck motioned to the unobtrusive waiter who hovered in the kitchen on the other side of the sliding glass doors. "Oh, goodness, Wyck, I don't know." Harper rubbed her belly. "I'm so full already." Wyck grinned at her as the waiter set down a crystal dish of a lovely deep pink scoop of sorbet with gold on the top. "It's beautiful, Wyck. What is it?" "Champagne-infused raspberry sorbet with edible gold." Harper picked up her spoon and dipped in. "Mmmmm, this is delicious." "I'm glad you like it. Finish it all up," Wyck said with an enigmatic look on his face.

Even though she’d smiled all day—shopping with Anna, eating delicious food, chatting about lighthearted things—she still felt off. She’d promised Scott not to drink when he wasn’t around. But tonight, with Anna and Kendrick here, she figured she could bend the rules just this once. The bartender placed a single ice cube into the glass, frozen around a tiny purple daisy. With a copper spoon, he stirred it gently, the flower spinning in the glass like a dream. He then performed a mesmerizing show, pouring three kinds of alcohol in graceful arcs between two shakers. The liquid turned into a white ribbon in the air, landing perfectly back in the shaker—like magic.

He gave a judgement. Less sugar? Really? I added 5 whole Cups of sugar and he found it less? What was he? A sugar-craving monster? Everyone in the table laughed at it. "That's Lavi, bro. She puts one spoon sugar, where two is needed. We have grown accustom of it, you too will." This Vansh! He was being too vocal. I controlled the urge to fill his mouth with those less-sugared Emartis. ____

He is crippled. “What? Dad, how can you do this to me?” Melissa screams. “You don't expect me to get married to someone like this,” Melissa said. “Just look at the bright side, darling, the things you will benefit from.” “Dad,” Melissa yelled, and her father kept mute for her. “I am not getting married to a cripple. The proposal is rejected,” Melissa said and walked out in anger. Lauren bit her lips and shook her head. She knows she will never reject such an offer like that.

Eleanor's eyes locked onto Lucas, tears spilling with rapid velocity as she struggled to stand right, her head throbbing and her body felt weak. But none of that matters because she had to find her sons "What do you mean the twins are missing?" he asked her, his voice laced with confusion. As she watched him drop the fry pan he was holding, gently removing his apron and gesturing for the maids in the kitchen to exit “And why are you up and about”

Pink, fluffy clouds of sugar on a stick. My eyes lit up before I could hide it. “I haven’t had that in years.” He smirked, pulling out cash. “Two.” The vendor handed them over and Damian held one out to me. He looked almost amused as I took a bite, the sugary strands melting instantly on my tongue. “It’s still good,” I said, grinning. “You have sugar on your lips,” he said casually. My heart stuttered. I wiped quickly with the back of my hand, embarrassed. “Better?”